For the Great Dislike of Lists

   Hate is a strong word to apply to my feelings about lists, so I will not use it. I greatly dislike lists. I am not sure why, I just know that lists have always made me feel completely behind schedule and inadequate. Well, physical lists make me feel that way.
  Hardly a day goes by when I do not a have mental list of about three tasks I would like to get done. When I get these things done, I feel accomplished at the end of the day, and I do enjoy the feeling of accomplishment. But if I do not get them done, oh well. I did not put it down on paper to check off. A black and white, paper and ink list just throws my off.
  Last week I sprayed painted a corner of my room, turning it into a chalkboard, and this week I have been drawing all over my wall in a way that would make any toddler scream with envy. Yesterday, out of sheer boredom, I shocked myself and wrote a list on my wall. It consists of mostly non-essentials, but it is still a list. Its funny the way a black board and white chalk will inspire you to do things you otherwise would not. My very type-B personality is attempting a very type-A personality feat.